Mountains

When the mountains call to you

You have no choice but to go

They are old

Old gods

Old as the Earth

What do they want?

To be worshipped?

To be remembered?

Maybe they want to remind you there’s something bigger than you

Like the way the stars

Remind you that you are small

And your life

Insignificant

In the grandest of schemes

Maybe the mountains want nothing but to be remembered

Their bodies

Aching from lying

Down on this land

Maybe they want nothing at all

For it does not have to make sense for it to be real

And I wish

I wish I could tell you of all the mountains we have forgotten

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In memory of Sharpe Stone hill